Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.